Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Vietnam and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Visage to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Visage,
Royal Trux,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terry Callier,
David Axelrod,
Pantaleimon,
Technova,
The Cramps,
Stiv Bators,
The Modern Lovers,
The Red Krayola,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moody Blues,
The Toasters,
The Smiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Chrome,
The Vogues,
Faraquet,
Connie Case,
a-ha,
Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Byron Stingily,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kas Product,
Ludus,
X-Ray Spex,
Freddie Wadling,
The Offenders,
Country Teasers,
Arab on Radar,
The Skatalites,
Marvin Gaye,
Aaron Thompson,
Spandau Ballet,
Second Layer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxy Music,
Sister Nancy,
E-Dancer,
Main Source,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pylon,
Barry Ungar,
Black Flag,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
China Crisis,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Green,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fortunes,
Goldenarms,
Lyres,
Crispian St. Peters,
Morten Harket,
OOIOO,
Severed Heads,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.